An invisible net of fate had already ensnared him completely.
If he dared to resist now, having glimpsed a sliver of the truth, or strayed from the "growth" trajectory they had so meticulously arranged for him...
...for instance, by abandoning the search for the next source of Heavenly Spirit and Earthly Evil Qi or attempting to flee the Divine Martial Realm, what awaited him would not be freedom, but a thunderous "correction."
The result would inevitably be the obliteration of his soul, his body and Dao perishing. Or worse, he would be stripped of all will to resist, reduced to a mindless puppet, and forced to continue down the predetermined path until the moment he was to be "harvested."
At this thought, Xu Yunfan's gaze lowered further. He fiercely suppressed the tempest of shock, resentment, and fury churning in his eyes, forcing it down until it became as still and deep as a cold pool.
'Impulsiveness was pointless; despair was suicide.'
